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When my husband and I ended our marriage last summer, we did not have much money. We had been living off of a meagre income for a while, and so of course we had only one car between us. After the split, he moved a short drive away, which meant we would have to figure out a schedule to share the car. Since I stayed in town and could walk to stores and to the bank, he kept the car parked at his house, which was a little more out in the country. We agreed that on days I needed the car, he would drop it off in town, and have a friend drive him home. It would be an inconvenience, but it was a manageable plan. We still share the car, and deciding who gets it which week has been the easy part. It’s the maintenance and shared financial responsibilities that have caused all of our disagreements. But in hindsight, sharing the car has taught me a lot about how to pick my battles. Some things just aren’t worth fighting over, and when it really counts, I’d rather save my energy for what matters.
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Tuesday, 23 July 2013 18:09
In the aftermath of my divorce, there were so many stressful issues I had to deal with.  There was the overarching emotional crisis, of course, which I would have to work through over time. There were also medium-sized issues, like who would pay for the car to get new tires. Then there were little surprising daily troubles, and these are the ones that taught me the most about myself. When I was married, I never worried about a leaky faucet or a broken toilet seat. These were easy things to fix, because they were things my ex-husband could fix for me. Without him around, and without the budget to call someone else, I had to resort to my own handy skills - and by my own, I mean a complete lack thereof.   
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Thursday, 18 July 2013 18:26
According to the Mayo Clinic, Manic-Depressive Disorder is “associated with mood swings that range from the lows of depression to the highs of mania. When you become depressed, you may feel sad or hopeless and lose interest or pleasure in most activities. When your mood shifts in the other direction, you may feel euphoric and full of energy.” But you don’t have to be diagnosed with a disorder to experience the highs and lows that come with divorce. This may be the hardest thing you’ve ever had to go through, and you may be so down that random bursts of what seem like actual happiness may startle you. You may even wonder if you’re going mad, with these unexpected feelings of elation, even excitement for the future. Or, maybe you thought you were going to be happy after your divorce, since it was your idea. You had looked forward to the day when the papers were signed and you could move on with your life. Then, it hits you out of nowhere. You have a sinking feeling in your stomach and a terrible, deep, unexpected sadness. Maybe all of this was a mistake. 
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Thursday, 11 July 2013 18:18
When I was going through my divorce, I had a drink with a friend of mine who was once a writer for Vanity Fair. She recounted an article she had written some years ago that pertained to my current situation and feelings about my struggles in my divorce. I had confided to my friend that I felt resentful about my ex having made so many self-improvements over the years, because now all of those great qualities would benefit someone else. But it was I who had him from scratch, and I was the one who had to endure the hard times; all the early years when he was messy and dressed badly, when he cared about nothing but his own personal success and ignored me. I had endured the in-laws (who now, of course, he lived far away from) and the graduate school struggles and the shared debt. I suffered the financial instability of a couple just starting out, and the ego of a young man in his early twenties, whose singular pursuit of notoriety bewildered and exhausted me. 
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Wednesday, 10 July 2013 16:16
Our emotional reactions following divorce are usually a mix of grief, anger, and confusion. There may be bursts of excitement and run-ins with happiness, but they are usually fewer than the sad times. It isn’t easy to let someone go, even ...
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Tuesday, 09 July 2013 15:07
This is a story about a bride who walked down the aisle thinking, “He’ll change or I’ll get used to it.”  It is a story about doing everything I could to make everyone happy at my own expense and having it blow up in my face. Sound familiar? 
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Tuesday, 25 June 2013 16:41
A marriage is the unification of two people to make one life, but not to make one person. When that life ends in divorce, it feels as though a big piece of you has been cut away, leaving behind a jagged edged wound on what remains. A whole chapter of your life has been deleted, and what’s left in its place is the person you are outside of that life. You have always been there, though at times you may have disappeared, or felt invisible. Now, you can find yourself again. You may discover that even if you’re wounded, you are still whole. You move on, and just as an author masters her story, so can you. From this moment, you are writing a new chapter in your life. 
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Monday, 24 June 2013 15:32
When I turned 27, I married my best friend. We had met just a year earlier in art school. He was the artist, and I was the model for his drawing class.  After class, we often talked for hours about anything and everything, and from the day we met, not a single one passed by without each other’s company. We shared a special bond that deepened over the months, until his September proposal swept me up and away from small town college life and into a wedding dress in New York City. I was a happy, if somewhat overwhelmed bride. He was a doting groom. Together, we really did make a perfect pair. We lived a charmed life filled with traveling, and spent several of our married years in Paris. It was in that city that we lost each other.  In Paris, I met Juliette.
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Friday, 21 June 2013 18:32
Let Go or Be Dragged. The words popped into my mind instantly as I realized I had lost control of my horse, Paladin, and together we were tearing through the rocky, uneven countryside miles from home. At fifteen, I was fearless. I was always doing things like this; things like taking Paladin out for a trail ride without the proper saddle, assuming nothing would go wrong. But that day, something did go very wrong. A hawk in a tree spooked him as we rounded a curve in the path, and I had simultaneously leaned way out of my saddle, which was too loose, to attempt to tighten it. As he jolted forward, I lost my balance and found myself hanging on by his mane and one side of the reins. If I held on tighter, I would be dragged. So I let go.
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Wednesday, 19 June 2013 18:37
"Marriage makes you soft," I once told my female co-workers. This was a few years ago, during a very active hurricane season here in Florida.  My now ex-husband was spending time in rehab, so it was up to me to get the house ready for an…
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Wednesday, 19 June 2013 17:37